And Yet... (Part 3)
Give you my heart, Handle your assassin's creed. Staying with you, To see to what it leads. Let me burn within your gaze, Let me melt in your embrace. A fractured soul, A mind far from grace. Let me purify this love masterpiece, With tear fed streams . between the fever of desire, And disgust that doused my fire. The bloom of hope Withers and dies Its petals whispering goodbyes.. And yet ... I can already leave.
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